[ IN WHICH HE FACES A TERRIBLE DILEMMA ] SIN'S P.O.V—“What are we still waiting for?” Greed turns his head around. “She has very few minutes left to live, we can't afford to waste any more time. We have to start preparing gifts, because we definitely cannot go into Lucian City empty handed. We have the intentions of begging the Lycan King for his blood, so where are the gifts? Come on. Get moving. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it will all be over." Greed's voice is enthusiastic much to my distaste. A sigh comes from Jacqueline's direction before she says, “I can't do this.” After that, she hurries out of the room. Jacqueline falls apart the second she exits the room. I can hear her whimpers as she cries hard. I also hear the heavy sounds of her footsteps as she pushes her legs to move faster down the halls. But the further she gets, the louder her cries are. I rarely see Jacqueline cry. The first time I had seen her tears was when she had first arrived into the afterlif

[ IN WHICH HE IS CALM… BUT NOT QUITE ] SIN'S P.O.V— “She will become mine once she takes my blood. And only mine. She will no longer be yours.” His words send a wave of shock through my body. And it is not just me who feels this way after his words are said. Everyone around me grows quiet as the atmosphere grows cold. I am hoping I have failed to hear him correctly, because I cannot meet with his conditions… I will never meet with those foolish and moronic conditions. If Rome wants to have her, it will have to be over my dead body, and I doubt I will be dying anytime soon. So, Rome will never in a million years have her. She is mine. Forever. “So, do you want to save her or not?” Rome asks, folding his arms. I do not respond. In the quiet of his Castle, I stand before him, mimicking the silence of the atmosphere. I stand there, unmoving, with my eyes on him. I am taking this moment of silence to carefully ponder over my possible actions before I act. If I react to what he has s

[ IN WHICH HE BENEFITS FROM LASHING OUT ]SIN'S P.O.V —I forcefully slap my fist into his neck, causing him to fall to his knees. The other werewolves halt as they see this. If I can bring their King to his knees, who is to say that I cannot finish them off with one flip of my finger. They must have truly forgotten that I created everything that roams the Kingdom —every single thing that has breathe and life, I created it all. They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King.Rome spits out blood.My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure. I get distracted by his blood that I fail to catch his next move. Abled by his werewolf abilities, he rises up from the ground and rams into me. He knocks me over and I end up at his feet. But obvious

[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I thought I had died. Or no. I did die. I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity. It felt scary. It felt terrifying. Death. That is another thing it felt like. I could not call out for help. I could feel myself falling out of the living world; dissociating from my body— the living body. And it was like I was falling into the darkness; the darkness that has been calling out to me for so long; the darkness that I had been trying so hard to resist. In simpler terms, I could feel myself dying. And no one was coming to resurrect me this time. I had swung my arms and legs, trying my best to hold onto life. But I kept missing it each time I swung an arm. I could not grasp onto anything for dear life –there was

[ THE VAMPIRE'S STORY ] ATLAS'S P.O.V— "When will all this end?" I ask myself. As I walk further into the fields of grass, my back begins to ache badly. These past few months have been trouble. Nothing but trouble. One problem after one problem.I am sick of it all already.Feeling a cramp on my foot, I wiggle it in the air. I nearly lose my balance as I do this. Standing on one foot should be a professional sport, because as fast and agile as I am as a Vampire, I cannot stand on one foot. I drop my foot back onto the ground, and continue striding through the grasses. The daylight bites into my skin. And it isn't as uncomfortable as most people would think. I enjoy taking strolls during the day. This might come as a shock to most people, but the day time is my favorite part of the 24-hour long day. I get to perceive nature at its brightest and at its best. The night time, everything goes to sleep, and there is not much to perceive. I can walk out during the day, unlike majority